LUCIFER, TRIUMPHANT

(THE CONCLUSION OF THE TRAGEDY OF THE GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)

In Heaven, angels fought for power,
Who would sit triumphant in His tower?
To look down on all of creation,
Is this the price of such elation?
Yahweh lays entombed and shrouded,
While ambition runs rampant
Upon his children,
While his glory is hounded,
And violence raged.
There are no prophecies foretold
Of those dark days
In the skies of light,
Days that blood stained the stones.

Michael flailed about with his sword of fire,
As the mob piled high, angels and liars.
Shining armor as far eye could see,
Seraphim corpses swaying in the trees.
Blood turning marble columns red,
All had forgotten just what God had said.
Those without power stabbing suicidal hearts
Casting the Kingdom of Light into perpetual dark.

Mortals look about as fire lights the sky,
Never suspecting the battle in the night.
Lightning smashes capitals on the Earth,
Plunging the world into hateful bleeding hurt.
Greed burns in the breasts of Angelic slaves,
All that was holy has begun to fade.
Christian sooth-sayers frantically cross their arms,
But the presence of God has broken into shards.

I watch afar, The Morningstar
As Faith tries to stem the war
Waging among liars
Who set fire to the spires.
My time is now, never to bow
To jealous angels
Who are mangled in the tangle.

I can hear Faith whispering my name,
“Come to me now, Lucifer, the rending flame.”
Will I go to claim the fallen throne
And rule a kingdom made of scorched bone?
Should I lower myself to that place
And live my eternity in holy disgrace?
I swore long ago to burn that place down
And see the streets of Heaven razed to the ground.

I cannot ignore, the call of war
So many waiting to burn.
A lament for the sires
Entombed in spires on fire.
But she soothes the demon’s womb
To birth destruction.
The dying angels,
Mangled and strangled.

I arrived to towers that swayed
In the breeze that was laced with flame.
Faith stood there like a Valkyrie
An angel among the creed.
Her fair hair set into a braid
Down her armored back where it lay.
With a smile, my heart it melts
And she extends her hand for help.

“In this realm of fire, I need you
With this blood and death,
We need the Morningstar
To push back the gloom.”

Must I take the mantle,
The flame upon the mantel?
A lonely star set inside the night.
Will I be the Godness
Made of the Godless?
A wisp of shadow inside the light.

The angels set to bow before me,
Kneeling down on their holy knees.
I looked upon this vacant home
And spot the Lord’s marble throne.
I am their only salvation
Born of foul damnation.
Then with wails of bitter laments,
I take the throne, triumphant.

I looked upon the slaughter
And then walked across the water.
A scene of Heaven turned red.
Will I be able to exist
As what I chose to resist.
By my side Faith said,

“A lord on the throne, I have you
In this kingdom so high
We will live within the sighs.
Together our stars will
Push back the gloom.”